Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

The bustle of the Spring Festival gradually died down, and the snow that had been falling in the capital for many days finally stopped, covering the city with a pure white gauze dress.

In the world after the snow, although the air is still a bit chilly, the sunshine is like the long-lost warmth, quietly filling every corner.

Su Zimo returned on a quiet night. The soft ringing of the doorbell made Ye Wanqing, who was immersed in the sea of books, mistakenly think that it was a late-night visit from a friend.

She quickly picked up her phone and checked the surveillance footage. When she saw Su Zimo's familiar figure, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Today is the end of the return period, and tomorrow is the beginning of a new life. Ye Wanqing already knew why Su Zimo chose to return at this moment.

She put on a soft cashmere shawl, held a cup of warm milk in her hand, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Su Zimo was standing at the door, carrying his suitcase. The moment he saw her, his eyes sparkled like stars: "Sister Wanqing."

Ye Wanqing smiled at him, her eyes full of tenderness: "Why are you wearing so little? It's so cold outside."

"I'm young and in good health." Su Zimo smiled easily, even though he was only wearing a thin windbreaker and a casual shirt underneath in this sub-zero night, making people feel a little cold for him.

Ye Wanqing turned around and went back into the house, poured a cup of steaming wolfberry and red date tea for each of them, handed one cup to Su Zimo, and held the other gently in her own hand.

Under the light of the living room, Su Zimo's hands looked slightly pale and trembling slightly.

Ye Wanqing glanced at him casually and said softly, "Are your hands frozen?"

Su Zimo scratched his head embarrassedly: "I was in such a hurry to go out that I forgot my gloves in the car."

He ignored these details because the room was well heated, and only realized that he had left his gloves after getting out of the car. But the car had already gone far away, and he could not go back to get them.

"Well, remember to bring it next time." Ye Wanqing said softly, and asked with concern: "Have you had dinner?"

"Not yet." Su Zimo shook his head.

Hearing this, Ye Wanqing gently put down the cup in her hand: "Then I'll prepare something to eat for you."

"Thank you, Sister Wanqing." Su Zimo said gratefully.

Ye Wanqing glanced at him, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Su Zimo took a few sips of wolfberry and red date tea, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across the blue and white porcelain vase in the corner of the living room, which contained a few bunches of fresh chrysanthemums. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

He got up and walked towards the kitchen. When he passed the dining table, he saw a bunch of freshly picked chrysanthemums on the table.

At the kitchen door, Su Zimo casually asked, "Sister Wanqing, these flowers are so beautiful. Do you like them? I can buy them for you often."

Ye Wanqing was busy chopping vegetables. Hearing this, she stopped what she was doing, washed her hands, dried them with a towel, and looked back at him: "The flowers are beautiful, but their blooming period is short. There is no need to spend so much money."

Su Zimo heard that these flowers were not from her hand. He bit his lip lightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal: "Sister Wanqing, has Jiang Yubo come to see you again recently?"

Ye Wanqing threw the used tissue into the trash can and replied, "No, did he contact you?"

"No." Su Zimo shook his head.

If it wasn't Uncle Jiang, then who could it be? Su Zimo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. But he didn't delve into it any further. He turned back to the sofa and opened his suitcase: "Sister Wanqing, I brought you a small gift."

Ye Wanqing leaned against the bar, holding the cup of wolfberry and red date tea in her hand: "Didn't I say it before? I have everything I need."

Su Zimo seemed to have anticipated her reaction and said with a smile, "It's free, I just think it's meaningful."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite little box from his suitcase.

The box was simple and elegant. Ye Wanqing took it and gently opened it. Inside was a small rabbit pendant, which was lifelike and extremely cute.

"Thank you, that's so cute." Ye Wanqing showed a happy smile on her face.

Dinner was ready in the kitchen. Ye Wanqing brought the last dish to the table and said to Su Zimo, "You eat first. I'll go change my clothes."

Su Zimo knew Ye Wanqing's living habits, and it was almost late at night.

"Okay, Sister Wanqing, good night." Su Zimo said softly.

"Good night." Ye Wanqing responded with a smile.

The next day, before dawn had even broken, Ye Wanqing quietly awoke. The room was utterly silent. She gently flicked on the nightlight by the bed, its soft glow casting a gentle glow over the edge. She lay there quietly, gazing at the textured pattern on the ceiling, until her phone lit up, displaying a reminder of the "Twelve Years' Appointment."

At seven o'clock, the alarm clock chimed, shattering the morning's tranquility. Ye Wanqing gently pressed the alarm, dismissing the reminder. Then, she slowly rose and walked into the bathroom for a quick wash. She changed into a simple cotton and linen dress, left the bedroom, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

She had a poor appetite, so she simply cooked a pot of millet porridge and prepared a few exquisite red bean paste buns for Su Zimo. Although Su Zimo had slept late last night due to the fatigue of the journey, he knew Ye Wanqing's habits and got up early, washed up, and went to the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, the lights were dim and warm. Ye Wanqing was already sitting at the table, sipping porridge with her head down. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her unmade-up face looked particularly pretty under the light.

"Good morning, Sister Wanqing." Su Zimo's voice carried a hint of early morning freshness.

Ye Wanqing raised her head, glanced at him softly, and nodded gently: "Good morning."

Her expression was calm and indifferent, as if all the troubles in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Su Zimo sat down opposite her, and the two of them enjoyed breakfast in silence.

When they left the house, the sky was just beginning to light up, and the entire city was still shrouded in a hazy haze. Ye Wanqing sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window into the distance, a subtle sadness in her eyes.

Su Zimo noticed her emotions and felt an urge to comfort her, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

At this time, another car slowly stopped not far away. Lin Xuan saw Ye Wanqing's car driving out of the villa from the car window. He felt a slight movement in his heart and subconsciously closed the car door.

The car passed by Lin Xuan, and he couldn't see the people inside clearly. But the inexplicable worry in his heart made him decide to follow.

He drove closely behind until the car stopped in front of a quiet cemetery.

Ye Wanqing glanced at Su Zimo, pushed the door open, and got out of the car. The sky was gloomy today, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

Ye Wanqing took out a bunch of elegant white chrysanthemums from the car and walked straight into the cemetery without saying a word. Lin Xuan looked at their backs, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone. It was Zhao Yu reminding him that he had an important meeting in the morning.

Lin Xuan responded, but he felt a little irritated. He hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to drive back.

The cemetery was silent, with only the sounds of wind and birdsong interwoven into one. Su Zimo followed Ye Wanqing for a long time before stopping.

This was the first time Ye Wanqing had returned here in half a year. The photo on the tombstone was covered with a thin layer of dust, as if telling of the passage of time.

Ye Wanqing took out a soft silk scarf from her bag and gently wiped the photo. Her movements were gentle and pious, as if she was having a silent conversation with her deceased loved ones.

Su Zimo called out "Brother" softly, his voice choked with sobs: "We are here to see you again."

Although his relative has passed away, Su Zimo still misses this relative who was like a father and a brother to him. He recounted every detail of the past period, and his words were filled with guilt and self-blame for not being able to come to pay homage for various reasons.

Ye Wanqing wiped the tombstone silently, never speaking a word. Her eyes lingered on the photo on the tombstone, a permanent pain in her heart.

The wind in the cemetery grew stronger, ruffling her long hair. She tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze still fixed on that familiar face.